"All the same," she said, "I'd love some of his cigarettes."
That evening, just before the time fixed for the commencement of our performance, another typewritten note was put into my hand, again unsigned and undated. This is what I read:
It is my wish that if a person of the name of Kinlosti should seek acquaintance with any of you, he should be encouraged. Particularly impress this upon Miss Mindel.
I took Leonard on one side.
"Leonard," I said, "our souls are trash, and what happens to us doesn't matter a damn. But read this!"
Leonard read it and swore.
"Can you get into touch with Thomson?" he asked.
"Only through the banker's address in London," I replied. "Where these typewritten notes drop from not a soul seems to know."
Rose came up and read the message over our shoulders. Her view of the matter was different.
"What fun!" she exclaimed. "Perhaps I shall get some cigarettes."